Crime & Punishment

Hum. I'm ashamed, I should post here more often.

Anyway, today's story. Probably my worst one but well.

I was chilling around in some ~lowsec~ next to highsec, then I spotted an unknown bestower on dscan.
I started looking for him. He was in a NPC corp, and around a planet, but one without a belt (no mining bestower today duh ). I hastly warped my ~highly experimental fit~ gila to the custom office.
Here is is, hugging the poco. I pointed him and unleashed a swarm of drones on him.
He warped out to the highsec gate. My honorable samourai spaceship have been defeat by a treacherous warp core(s) ninja trick. And he's mocking me in local.

I sent my cloaky alt to follow him. The poor guy had some trouble finding a station to repair his lovely bestower, and I lost interest 10mn later. I went back to my holy crusade against all the cynos in this system.

One hour later, he's back in lowsec. I immediatly jumped in my dear navy comet. But not your average navy comet. The multi-scrambles navy comet ! I got him again on a poco, pound him with Tom, Anna and Mickael (my hobgobs T2).

Since then, he's so kind he's sending me mails, but it's written in russian.
Google translate is suggesting that he's not happy.

The night drew on as I sat patiently in Low-sec, away from the rabble of highsec peasantry and Concord. My Loki, a new addition to my fleet of ships and fueled by the tears of carebears, miners, and other pirates alike, sat humming cloaked up in deadspace. It wasn't like the familiar rattle and loud engine noises of my Hurricane. The sophisticated feel, the symmetry that is unlike most Matri ships, made me feel focused and motivated. A covert-ops fit ship is quite unlike what I'm used to, where I'm flinging myself at my opponent with reckless abandon, 425's a-blazing. No, this was a new thing for me indeed. Hidden, watching, waiting like a stalking butler.

The local pilot registry suddently lit up with a new pilot in system. My senses perked as I tapped the short range scanner. The tactical computers identified the ship as an Amarr Omen cruiser. While it was not likely to have anything good on it, certainly it would be a good test to see how well my steath Loki performed. I narrowed the sensor attenuation from 180 all the way down to 5 degrees and saw that the Omen pilot was flying in one of the asteroid belts near my position. A quick adjustment of d-scan range confirmed it, since it was the only belt within 750M km.

As I put the ship into warp, the computer cooed into my ear "Warp drive active". To this very day it gives me at least a half chub. Warping to 10km off the belt I see the Omen blasting away at a Serpentis Chief. While I'm no fan of the Serpentis corporation, I'll gladly assist him in killing the hapless Amarr pilot. I've never been fond of the religious types, nor have I seen the hand of God deliver anyone from the punishment of my guns as they scream for mercy from their Lord.

With webs and long range warp disruptor pre-activated, I invisibly move in closer, slowly, like a shark coming in for the harbor seal kill. Once I'm 15KM off I decloak and try to initiate a lock. The computer displays a message stating "Sensor re-calibration in process. Please try again in 6 seconds." I curse the cloak's sensor penalty as I move into range as fast as I can. The least I can do is ram the pilot off of his alignment while I'm waiting for my sensors to be ready again. The finely tuned Republic Fleet microwarp drive kicks on full blast and I barrel at the Omen like a slavehound to a Matari fugitive. My ship is jarred by the sudden collision just as the computer finally allows lock initiation. About 3 seconds later the lock completes and the warp disruptor and webs seize the Omen in a death grip. My 425mm Autocannon II's instantly burst to life at the same time and shells start tearing the armor, piece by piece, from the bedamned cruiser. "HELP!" the pilot pleas in a mayday on the local broadcast channel. "There is no help," I mutter under my breath. "Only death. Concord ain't coming this time!" As high explosive Hail rounds shuck away the last sliver of armor at an alarming rate, flames erupt from the Omen's hull. The end is near. I can already smell the deuce that the doomed pilot dropped in his pod.

The Omen exploded in a brilliant white-blue flash of light as his reactor core took the final hit from my barrage of hate and lead. His pod blows free of the wreckage and I immediately begin to lock it. Either out of complete shock or the lack of wherewithal of what to do, Mr. Omen's pod dangles in space, like a pinata at a 6 year old's birthday party in ancient Mexico City. I begin to lock the pod, not expecting at all that I'd snag it. Just as I could see the pod begin to change direction to escape, the warp disruptor engages and webs take hold. With a single tap of a button, my autocannons line up the shot and blow it away. Left floating is the badly beaten, almost unrecognizable frozen corpse of the pilot, surrounded by suspended pod goo that floats in zero gravity. Shards of metal and computer parts deeply embedded in his flesh and implants hanging outside of his cranium. He will soon feel the instant shock of the consciousness transfer to a new clone light years away. I slowly drift towards the corpse and my ship pulls it into the cargo hold and places it next to the pile of victims I've collected through the night.

"Cloak", I command the ship. Beams of light from the sun instantly bend around my ship, obscuring it from prying eyes as if it disappeared into a different dimension. Like a ghostly spectre, I warp away leaving the Serpentis Chief to muddle over the empty wreck of the destroyed Omen.

"Yar!" I say to myself with a half cocked grin. The pirates life may be short, but it's a bloody good one.

You did the right thing, he probably would not have left EVE for long before the addiction took him back, but now you have kept him in the game for sure to get more ISKies off of for another day.

Good story BTW. +1

A bloodthirsty pirate ganked me (well, my alt) and more than a dozen other miners. One of them was particularly butthurt and sent the following email. (The names have been changed to protect the guilty.) [I have edited for content and placed summarizations in brackets.]


[tl;dr - blah blah blah, boo hoo, my man-foliage is deflowered]


[Grrrrrr, Butthurt angry!]


Captain Yarrrrrrr's reply.



{continued in next post}

Hello All,

It has been a while since I posted here. With the recent changes, release of Diablo3, Max Payne 3 I have been a bit absent.

So after those gaming marathons it time to get back into business.

Last night decided to check my normal stomping grounds in my Thorax, saw a Brutix flying in the belts.

Check corp 3 of them in system 2 youngens and 2009 player. See two ospray in the belt mining of the same corp.

I steadily stroll to their can and the brutix warps in as well targeting me as I head towards them. My first though is that with his age and that ship. This is going to hurt.

*click *click

Cans flipped Ospray and Brutix engages. The Brutix to my surprise falls like a bag of Shyte and his dps is hardly noteworhty. He pops and two shots later the Osprey pop.

I do the customary gf o/ Gents, did not expect to win that.

I get a reply of FU from them.

How rude.

*to bad we can't click and drag killmails to the forums.

Brutix:

http://eat.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=13587437

Osprey: (yes I know... I will pop an Ibis is it was red) He had a scram so a valid pvp target.

http://eat.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=13587436

Can flipping in 0.0, wut?

Did not know that, thanks.

So I had a war with some german fighter corp.

The second the war went live all of them disconnected just about immediately. Two guys stayd online which was two of their oldest player.

Both of them decide to come after me. I was in a Cane and got caught on the gate by the Loki. Second pilot comes in with Tengu. I am toast I think and call on a buddy to urgently help me. He comes in a rep domi which was still unable to keep the amount of dps from those ships off me.

With double medium neuts on the Loki his hardeners shut-down and since he was using 100 navy cap boosters, my nuets ate through quickly enough, allowing me to eat through armor really fast. As the loki hits structure the Tengu warps away and the Loki pops.

My Cane looks like a flame ball sitting at half structure itself, I warp just as local explodes about how unfair the fight was with unfair numbers. Apparently 2v1 where 2 T3 against 1 Cane was more than fair against them. i sit there for a minute wondering what was unfair? A Cane and 1 rep Domi agaist two T3 ships...

I do see nothing wrong with the fact that somebody came and rescued my little ass from two T3 ships. If the Loki was fitted properly or had cap 800 charges I would have been dead since the Tengu and the Loki was putting out so much DPS, even the Domi was unable to negate it.

So it seems that because I was able to call on somebody to help. I am a cheap bastard. I find that insulting, I am not cheap... I am a fairly expensive bastard that has good taste in ships.

So I ask... was it wrong to call for help? I might fly alone but I can always call on a friends to assist.

Also I discovered the Loot fairy hates me.

http://eat.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=13614660

Armor Cane

Urp, Loki can push more than that bro :) Try at least 700 with drones.